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Coast
Always it has been this way:
The zigzag rockline angled with white water and earth,
My years also crisscrossed with the sea and mountains.
The shadows of peaks distorting the sea in time and place.
And I am left to guess at my footing
Between dark mountains and the sea,
The years race out their staggered graph.
Shadows of peaks of some new land
Fall massively as canyons on the sand.
Rocks without place
And groups of years
Apear and fall into seascapes
[[strikethrough]] Only the landbound can know these [[/strikethrough]]
With peninsulas for storms
With [[strikethrough]] rain [[/strikethrough]][[?]] forests and vines for algae